A/N: Hey guys! So, before I start this chapter, i'd like to tell y'all that another fanfiction author, Sita Masters and I are writing a story together! So, it should be up hopefully by next week, so keep your eyes open for that! Enjoy! Nothing much really happens in this chapter, sorry if it isn't any good.

Everyone was wide awake hours later, all except Lili, who was still passed out in Coulson's room.

"Want us to wake her?" Skye asked, ignoring the look that Grant sent her way.

"It'd be nice for the help. You two could use the practice anyway. I have no idea how her parents do it. She won't wake up for me."

"It's because you're too soft on her, sir. She needs discipline." Agent May said over the intercom.

How the hell...? Everyone thought, having no idea how she could hear them from the cockpit.

Skye rolled her eyes and pulled Grant by the arm up the stairs, Coulson following behind to his 'bunk' which was actually really a room with a king sized bed, where they saw Lili passed out, lying face down on her stomach.

"Why, do tell, is your bunk bigger than everyone elses?" Skye asked.

"Because I lead all of you. Therefore, I get the bigger room." He said, turning his attention back to the sleeping child.

"Come on kid, wake up." Grant said, gently shaking Lili.

"Five more minutes, papa." She moaned, obviously not remembering where she was in her sub conscious as she swatted his hand away.

Skye and Agent Coulson watched from the door way in amusement.

"Melinda's right. No offense, Coulson, but she does need discipline. Again, sir, no offense...but after the battle of New York, you've groan soft."

Coulson sighed.

"I know. I just appreciate things a lot more after the invasion. Let me know when you two finally wake her." Coulson explained.

Before the older man left, he took an airhorn from the inside of his coat and turned it on, letting the loud noise blast throughout the room.

No response.

Damn she's a heavy sleeper. Unlike her parents...He thought as he left, leaving the two with the small child.

"They're gonna make interesting parents." He said to himself, heading into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"You hurt his feelings."

Grant sighed and rolled his eyes, ignoring her comment.

He would apologize to Coulson later.

"Lilith, if you don't wake up I will fill a bucket with ice cold water and pour it on you." He threatened.

Now it was Skye's turn to roll her eyes.

"You don't make threats to a child! A teenager, maybe, but not a five-year-old. Let me try." She said, pulling Grant away from the bed as she sat on the edge.

"Lilith?" She asked, gently nudging the girl.

"Hm?" She responded, her eyes still tightly closed.

"If you wake up, i'll make you some pancakes for breakfast and let you use your bedazzle and let you decorate Grants sunglasses. However, if you don't, you won't get any pancakes or bedazzle anything." She bribed, nudging the girl to make sure she was listening.

Lilith's eyes snapped open and she immediately jumped out of the bed, grabbing both their hands and pulling them down the stairs.

Skye ignored Grants cold glare as they headed towards the kitchen.

"We're going to land in Russia in a little over an hour. Director Fury sent an undercover SHIELD agent to investigate the Red Room, and while he was there, he found Marco speaking with someone. It's un known who he was speaking with, but it was most likely an accomplice of HYDRA. After your...accident, Skye, Marco and a handful of the group...the guards that were still around anyway, left and went straight to Moscow. The problem? None of us can speak Russian and it's heavily guarded." He explained, looking at them carefully, as if he looked for a reaction.

FitzSimmons looked up.

"Well, what are we gonna do about that? We can't learn Russian in an hour." Fitz asked, looking up from what he was doing.

"Wait...Who do we know who has a mother that's from Russia?" Simmons asked, a plan already rolling around in her brain.

Everyone's heads snapped up, except Coulson, for he knew where this was going, and turned to look at Lilith, who sat next to Skye.

The five-year-old looked at them, confused.

"What?"

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